vvinter-flowers

Summer it is eleven forty one PM                 my words are tumbling                                          stumbling spilling over all incoherent                                                [oh, it’s been too long] Sungirl, I am fine. nothing more than bruised knees and bitten lips and salty cheeks,                    everything’s okay                                                                 [happiness and I are roommates] but there are breakdays when everything slips out of the compartments I stitch and lie strewn on the floor like no-one ever cared                    [oh but maybe they never did]    

Summer it is eleven forty one PM                 my words are tumbling                                          stumbling spilling over all incoherent                                                [oh, it’s been too long] Sungirl, I am fine. nothing more than bruised knees and bitten lips and salty cheeks,                    everything’s okay                                                                 [happiness and I are roommates] but there are breakdays when everything slips out of the compartments I stitch and lie strewn on the floor like no-one ever cared                    [oh but maybe they never did]